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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.