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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.