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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.