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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.