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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Crime,
Smog,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
PIL,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Hashim,
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.