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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.