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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.