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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Flipper,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.