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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.