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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.