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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.