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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.