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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.