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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.