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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.