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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.