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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.