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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.