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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
X-102,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.