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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
X-102,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.