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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Smog,
World's Most,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Visage,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.