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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.