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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.