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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.