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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.