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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.