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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.