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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Sound to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Whodini,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.