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 China and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.