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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.