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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.