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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.