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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
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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.