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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.