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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.