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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.