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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.