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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
The Index,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.