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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.