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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
AZ,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.