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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.