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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.