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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Model 500,
10cc,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.