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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.