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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Busters,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.