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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Can,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.