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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Echospace 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.