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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.