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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Godley & Creme 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.