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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.