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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.