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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.