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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.