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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.