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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Model 500,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.