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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.