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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.