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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.