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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.