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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.