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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.