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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Liliput,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.