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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.