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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
This Heat,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.