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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.