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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
UT,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.