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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.