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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.