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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.