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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.