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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.