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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.