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 Houston.
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 Toronto and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.