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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.