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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.