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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.