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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.