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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.