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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.