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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.