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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.