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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Nico,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.