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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.