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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.