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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.