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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.