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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.