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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.