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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.