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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
This Heat,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.