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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Japan,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.