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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.