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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Crime,
Brick,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.