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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.