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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Human League,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.