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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.