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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
10cc,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.