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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.