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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
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.