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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.