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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.