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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.