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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.