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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.