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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Brick,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.