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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.