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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.