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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.