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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.