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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.