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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Television,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.