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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
X-102,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.