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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.