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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
JFA,
The Index,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.