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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.