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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.