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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.