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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.