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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.