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 Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.