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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.