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 Maldives and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.