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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.