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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.