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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
X-101,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.