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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Neu!,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.