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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.