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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.