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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.