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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Technova,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.