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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.