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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.