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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.