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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.