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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.