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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Japan,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.