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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.