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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.