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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.