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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.