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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Television,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.