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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.