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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.