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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.