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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Ludus,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
cv313,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.