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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Visage,
The Remains,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.