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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.