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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.