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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.