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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.