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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.