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 Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.