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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 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 Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.