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 Egypt and from London.
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 Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Franke,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.