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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.