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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.