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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.