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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.