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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.