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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.