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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.