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 Sudan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
UT,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.