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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Index,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.