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 France and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
JFA,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.