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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.