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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.