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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.