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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.