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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.