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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.