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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.