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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.