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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
JFA,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.