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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
The Gories,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.