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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.