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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.