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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.