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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
MDC,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.