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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.