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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.