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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.