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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.