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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Cymande,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.