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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Index,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.