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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.