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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.