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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.