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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.