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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.