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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.