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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.