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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.