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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.