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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.