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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.