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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.