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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.