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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.