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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Vogues,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Index,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.