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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.