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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.