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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.