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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.