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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.