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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.