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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.