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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.