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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.