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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.