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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.