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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cheater Slicks 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.