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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
CMW,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.