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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.