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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.