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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.