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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
UT,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.