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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.