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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.