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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.