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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.