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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.