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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.