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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.