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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.