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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.