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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.