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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.