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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.