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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 808 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.