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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
UT,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.