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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.