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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.