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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
UT,
AZ,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.