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 Estonia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.