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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.