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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.