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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.