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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
cv313,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Nico,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.