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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.