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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.