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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Television,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.