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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.