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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.