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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.