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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.