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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter 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 dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.