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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.