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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.