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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.