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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.