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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Wings,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.