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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.