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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.