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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smog to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.