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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.