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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
JFA,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.