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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Urselle,
New Order,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.