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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.