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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Jandek,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.