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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.