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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Crime,
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.