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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Franke 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.