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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.