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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.