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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.