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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Can,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.