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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.