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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.