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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.