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 Lille.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Scion,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.