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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.