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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.