Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Can,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
cv313,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.