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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.