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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.