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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.