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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.