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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.