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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
UT,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.