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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.