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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.