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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Index,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.