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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Technova,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.