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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.