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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.