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 Australia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.