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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.