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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.