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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.