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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.