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 Laos and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.