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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.