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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Mars,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.