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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.