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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.