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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.