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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.