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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Index,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Wings,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.