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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.