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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.