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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.