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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.