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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.