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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.