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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Faust,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.