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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.