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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.