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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.