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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.