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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Can,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.