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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.