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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
AZ,
Zapp,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Swans,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.