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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.