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 France and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.