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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.