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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Scion,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
The Move,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.