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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.