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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.