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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
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.