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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.