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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Index,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.