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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.