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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.