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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.