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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.