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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.