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 France and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.