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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Television,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.