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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Make Up,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Shoche,
MDC,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.