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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.