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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.