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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.