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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
JFA,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.