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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.