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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Q65,
CMW,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.