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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.