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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
cv313,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Q65,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.