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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.