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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.