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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.