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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.