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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.