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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.