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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.