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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.