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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.