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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.