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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.