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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.