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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Swans,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.