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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.