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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.