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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.