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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Faust,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.