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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.