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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
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.