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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.