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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.