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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.