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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.