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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.