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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.