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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Man Parrish 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.