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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.