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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.