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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
UT,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.