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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
a-ha,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.