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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.