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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.