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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.