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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Moleskins,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.