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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.