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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Zeros,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.