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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.