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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.