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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.