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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.