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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.