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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
the Association,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.