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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.