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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Television,
This Heat,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.