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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.