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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.