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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Nico,
Zapp,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.