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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 Bremen and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.