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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.