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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.