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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.