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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Brick,
cv313,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.