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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.