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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.