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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.