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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.