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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.