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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.