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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.