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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.