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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.