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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.