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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.