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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.