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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.