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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.