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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.