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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
CMW,
X-102,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.