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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.