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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.