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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.