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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
MC5,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.