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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
the Association,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.