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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.