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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.