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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.