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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.