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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.