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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.