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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.