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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.