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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.