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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.