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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Symarip,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.