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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.