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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.