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 Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.