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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
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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.