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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Can,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.