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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.