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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Nico,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.