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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Pole,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.