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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.