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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.