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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.