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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.