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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.