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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Organ to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.