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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.