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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.