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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
New Order,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.