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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Television,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.