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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Brick,
Nico,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.