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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.