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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.