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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.