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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.