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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.