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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Zapp,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.