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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.