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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Scion,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.