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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.