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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.