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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 X-102 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.