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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.