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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.