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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.