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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.