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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.