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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.