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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.