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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.