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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.