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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.