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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.