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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Organ,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Shoche,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.