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 India and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.