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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.