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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.