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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.