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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Shoche,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.