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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.