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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.