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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.