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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.