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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.