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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.