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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Busters,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.