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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.