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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Visage,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.