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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.