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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.