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 Gabon 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.