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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.