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 United States 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Nas,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
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.