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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.