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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.