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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
MDC,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.