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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Move,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.