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 Togo 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.