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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.