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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.