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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.