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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.