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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.