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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.