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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Index,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.