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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.