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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.