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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.