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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.