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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.