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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Index,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.