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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.