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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.