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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.