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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.