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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.