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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.