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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.