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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.