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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.