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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Can,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.