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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.