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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
the Association,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.